I noticed his cock hanging in front of him, and his soft hairless ball sack, just itching to be played with. He pulled his swim shorts out of his dres...er, giving me a great view of his cock and balls between his legs and below his ass. What a glorious sight.He pulled on his shorts, turned around, and tied them in the front. He grabbed a towel, and said he was ready. In already had my swim shorts on, so we started the short walk to the creek. It wasn't any special kind of creek, just a great. “They are at my mother’s playing with her Lego no doubt” she replied. “Well what time are you collecting them tonight?” I asked “They are on a stopover”, she replied so I can stopover too if you like, and cook your breakfast as well.” “But you haven’t brought an overnight bag, doesn’t that bother you?” I naively asked. “Well I don’t think I’ll need one” she replied.My heart was racing, was this a chance to fulfill my dreams, or should I just play it cool? I decided on the latter, but it was not. On the count of 60, Bob finally felt his cock release its load into Sara's gagging throat. Pulling out, he remarked, "There, you can consider that dessert. Hope you enjoyed it." He wandered off in search of another drink while chuckling to himself about his own lame joke.Sara just sat back on her heels, head down. She couldn't even cry anymore. Her shoulders heaved. Her body ached. Her mind was numb. She hardly noticed as Joe pulled her to her feet, cupped her tiny tits from behind and moved. ’ The three of them looked at each other before Debbie spoke up in her clipped British tones. ‘We were talking this morning about how we all – – first met you and – – and when it happened.’ ‘And?’ ‘Well, we were all thousands of miles apart – – I was in England, Jardin in New York and Wanda in LA – – but you met us all on the same day at roughly the same time. Which – – which is impossible.’ ‘That would be unusual. Anything else unusual about when we met?’ ‘Something – – something happened when.